There is a sense of satisfaction at knowing you can go all out without injuring people that didn't deserve it, that can't be put into words; it's similar to when you pull the strongest character in a gacha. When you just get to the top, only a drop away from spilling, when you wake up from a nap, and you don't feel like you went through a war.
But what I was doing wasn't "good"; but it satisfied me, seeing and hearing the screams of the ones who had caused years of pain to people who didn't deserve it, feeling the life being taken away from their bodies as I bombarded the place with spell after spell, burning buildings with a miniature sun, slicing the dimension in two and killing hundreds in the process, erasing the existance of the weaker ones.
Every single life I took weighed on my soul, but with every death and with every reason to stop also came a new fire of hate towards the Spinless One, and an example is the body of a girl no more than 10 impaled from the bottom and coming out of her mouth in front of a house, or the skeletons of CHILDREN being used as tootpicks, organs sold as cosmetics, bodies dead because of constant sexual assult.
Kids use other kids as toys to the point where, once they had killed them, they threw them away like a broken toy.
I understood their view; they knew no better. In some way, it is the same way we treat animals, but most of us do it out of necessity, not out of enjoyment and to seek dopamine, we don't rape puppies, we don't use the bones of kittens as tootpicks, we don't kill an animal unless necessary, we are similar, but we have a limit.
" PLE-" A kid's voice shouted before I crushed his throat and detached his head from his body.
I feel like shit, even though I know what they have done, no one would feel good about killing children. But if I left them alive, they could grow, become stronger, and restart all of this, and I don't want to risk it; I don't want to put others through any of this anymore.
Using the blood that covered my body, I created several spears that impaled a group of Spinless Ones trying to escape.
From their point of view, I am a monster, a killer, a demon, I have become Death, the destroyer of worlds.
'If someone kills a killer, the same number of killers remains; one flow though, the first killers can still kill more of them.'
I slowly ascended in the air, everyone frozen in fear as they saw my body ascend to a standing position above their own, my wings not even moving as my body continued ascending. Each meter above the ground brought another crack in the sky, another building caught fire, another house was turned into a tree, another tornado killed dozens, and now one last spell was needed to seal the deal.
'Obsidian, Sol, give me your mana.'
You are under the effect of two very strong sources of mana.
Mana Types: Neutral, Fire, Dimension
Effect: All spells under this category will use 100% less mana and cause 500% more damage
Counter Effect: By being fueled by two beings of almost endless mana, you are pushing your body, causing a 10000 HP/s loss
I had more than enough time. Raising a single finger, I combined everything I knew about magic into a single spell, and a spark appeared. More and more cracks covered the sky, the air felt heavy, and everyone's blood froze as they saw a new sun appearing above their head, too close for comfort, but comfort was their last problem as the sun was coming for them.
More and more fire was being produced, the dimension fusing with said fire to create a type of fire I had seen inside Jean's soul, from the Phoenix, and the larger it got, the more it also was being compressed, the fire almost turned intoa a liquid becuase of how dense the mana composing the spell was becoming.
And just as the sun had become the size of an asteroid, it compressed to the size of a tennis ball, gaining a dark colour and emitting enough heat to kill most lifeforms just being near it. Thankfully, my mana can't hurt me.
I threw the spell, and with the little HP I had left, I portaled back home to see all my friends looking at me with worry and apprehension.
" Are you ok? It took you too long to come back." Jean asked me.
" Don't worry, everything is fine now."
" What about the other side? What if they come back?" One of the kids I saved asked her worry was palpable, no skill needed to see it.
You have destroyed the main focus of a realm, thus destroying said realm and all its inhabitants.
You have gained a new title: Destroyer of Worlds
Effect: Those of power will know your actions, some will hate you, others respect you, and most fear you
You have levelled up.
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" They won't." My words were final. The fact that my mere actions had caused the death of a whole realm, of a small dimension full of life, made me want to puke, to peel my skin off because of how disgusted I felt, but Gamer's Mind stopped the mental breakdown, for now, at least.
"... Adrian?" A hand touched my now unarmored hand, and I immediately recognised the owner from the appearance of an HP debuff, which I countered with a quick healing spell to fill me back to full HP.
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